That's when I swore that someday, someday I would get outta that basement and travel to a magical, far away place where the sun is always shining and the air smells like warm root beer and the towels are oh so fluffy. Where the shriners and the leper On Monday, May. 02, 2005 at 6:54 a.m.
Destroying my lungs felt better than I'd imagined.
